shove these p i l l s down my throat and
t e l l – m e that I’m normal
enough for you when I’m staring at an
empty void, loss of color and focus.

you tell me I can be f i x e d with
medication but, when was I ever

BRO –
– KEN?

stop trying to fix something that’s complete
you’re p i c k i n g away at what I am

T E
A R
ING

away w h o i tried so hard to become.

you tell me I need theselittlewhite p i l l s
because for once in my life I’m finally
H A P P Y.